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Oct 2015
the night is young

the moon hovers
above everyone
and gleams softly
as monsters come
quietly.

quietly into people's
homes and enter their
minds and haunt them
                    haunt them.

the monsters haunt them
and they will never leave.

       they will never leave till their job is done.
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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